The whisper of nature

by Dagmar Wilson   Nov 3, 2019


It is cold outside
the air has changed overnight,
my birdfeeders are empty.
Another year is coming to an end.

I am beginning to realize
not everything is worth fighting for,
my heart was damaged from the time I was a little girl.
Sometimes there is no closure.

I seek comfort in the whisper of nature
talking to my cats,
bringing my canvas back to life.
I am learning to smile.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    As sad as it is, you are right that there isn't always closure. We just get stronger and learn to live with what we cannot change.

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